My Finance's Brother's Forbidden Game
She threw up her hand in exasperation.
“It’s La Cour Émeraude and it means The Emerald Courtyard.” I said. “Tiffany’s the one who’s the member so the rest of us didn’t necessarily have to attend their events. But whenever she wanted us to come with, we went. Because country club or not, we were kids, and she was the adult, so we went where she went.
“But now that I’m an adult, I just make sure that I have an air-tight alibi. Because I would rather eat rusted nails than spend all of my weekends there.” I said. “It’s not the worst company but it’s not my company.”